When in Vienna, you'll always know where to find us. If its not scoffing down a bit of chocky cake at Sachers, we're most likely licking on some ice cream at Demel.
We'd just sat done at this famous ice creamery cum pastry shop and a little Maxie dog walked past. A good sign that the cake we were about to devour was going to be yummy. You can take my word that the waitress who served us certainly was.
We had a group of Ukraine tourists standing nearby, gawking at us (poor less fortunate souls) and if one of the beautiful ladies was not Olga Byrne, I'll go he.
Conversation has ceased as we savour the apple strudel and cream. It is like feeding time at the zoo as the other less fortunate tourists (poor saps) stare in wonder and envy at the unbelievable good fortune that we must have been blessed with to score an outdoor table.
Just saw a couple of Melbourne Cats supporters walk past. An omen, perhaps? Sometimes wearing hoops can be less than flattering. Billy Brownless in his later years being a case in point. As were the two we saw today.
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